Palabras perennes de emociones pasajeras

Lucía Sandí

A grieving letter.

I wonder if you're sorry, for not being able to completely love me. I wonder if you wish you could, if you wish you were ready for it, capable of it, brave enough. Or if maybe, you actually think, nah,... Continue Reading →


Small pleasures

A couple of years ago a wise person put in my hands a set of cards. Each card had printed pictures in them, and each picture hold some of the most precious little moments in life that makes us happy.... Continue Reading →

This is how it feels. A weird poem.

How it feels. Like the ocean, as big. 1000 feet deep. Darker shadows. As unknown. The universe and its 1000 other galaxies. Is there life in other planets? As uncertain. The weather The weather in a tropical mode Rain  ... Continue Reading →

Somewhere over the rainbow.

I used to miss him when it rained. It reminded me of the dark green mountains in that green beautiful country I love, without any kind of trees and its misty tops. And those mountains reminded me of him, and... Continue Reading →

A letter to the next one

To the next person I decide to love. Just know that loving each other will be a decision. Because we both want to and because we really believe we are going to make the best of it. Not because we... Continue Reading →

About time.

Inspired on a spanish original: Do you ever get those days when something feels weird and you don't know what it is or why is it feeling that way? Some kind of existential crisis that basically consists on you... Continue Reading →

Dormir está sobrevalorado.

Dormir está sobrevalorado, hablemos hasta la madrugada. Hazme reír poniéndote serio, ponte serio con mi risa, Acúsala de inapropiada. O simplemente ponte, conmigo.   ~~Incluso en la distancia.                        ... Continue Reading →

Cause when it rains, it pours. (An apology)   I'm 50% sun as I'm 50% rain and I hope you understand that when the full moon hits me, my ocean shakes and I flood islands;                  too much water,  ... Continue Reading →

And this is why I will stay.

Two days ago I drew the mountains while sitting by the fire place, folk music playing on the speakers. Yesterday I labeled cleaning products. And somehow, both felt as nice; let me introduce you to my new life. It's been... Continue Reading →

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